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It was just after the short rainy season.
The Via Santalaria, which runs through the capital, Mendoza, would always be full of
chariots and humans, but it wasn't as usual because of the not-so-fresh weather. There were only the dull, dingy wagons used by the government offices, a few wagons with loads, and a few private wagons busy on the way, driving carefully over the huge road. Even after walking around for a while, every fold of his clothes was wet with moisture.
How about the fan puddles in various places on the wide road? When the coachman sold one eye for a moment, the carriage staggered as if drunk.
The Duke of Escalante's carriage was no
exception.
“… … .”
I could feel the wagon's wheel falling into the puddle again and then stepping on the
rock and bouncing up. Cassel muttered quietly with his graceful face, as if paying for
taking off his uniform. However, the head of the young duke, who had been cursing the incompetent driver for a moment, quickly returned to that day.
That day, it was probably the mop's instinct to suddenly feel a sense of alienation. There was one reason why the imagination of Inez Ballestena was so vivid. Because it was real.
Cassel thought as he tapped the cushions rolling by the side of his legs. His hair was messed up as he recalled the unpleasant sights of the day, unlike his relaxed blonde sitting posture.
that day, that day… … .
Cassel recalled a few more words of the Countess, which had flowed into her ear.
'But look at the nun's attire of his fiancee. Even at the imperial banquet… .No one who
sees her for the first time will remember the majesty of the Duke of Ballestena.'
If you had eyes, you would have noticed that the nun's attire was more expensive than her necklace. Because the Duke of Ballestena had never had the slightest respect for her one and only daughter.
'Besides, how arrogant they are to other young girls, if the Lord sees that… … .'
He had an unfriendly personality. I didn't even have the personality to make friends.
'…You've heard it all.'
just to listen What she saw added. As such, Cassel was inundated with guilt.
guilty. To Ines Ballestena, to the woman who was the culprit.She stares at the other side with her slender eyes, but for some reason Ines's
expression doesn't come to mind.
The recollection was as hazy as the awkward feeling of that time. The face of the day,
the expression of that day.
I'm the type to quickly forget the memories I don't like, but this is rather than
dislike… … .
“…Captain, we have arrived.”
Cassel shook her head lightly and got off the carriage. It was a ballerina. A magnificent
mansion that reduced the huge manor of the Perez region ruled by the Duke.
The residence of the Duke of Ballestena was on the southern side of the Via Santalaria
on a high ground, like a castle that ruled amanor.
Thanks to this, any guest who comes here will get a panoramic view of Mendoza as
soon as they get off the carriage. Amazing luxury. But Cassel turned around without the slightest excitement.
father—The Duke of Escalante was a place where he left a personal notoriety that the
mansion was so grandiose that it was crude, but Cassel felt like his throat was clogged
every time he stood there. He comes here mostly to escort Inez Ballestena, or sometimes to impersonate her fiance, and nothing more reminded them of their future.
These are moments when you can't help thinking about the cramped future of a few hours right before your eyes, or the distant life you spend with her. Things that clog your throat just by imagining them.
